I Cut for Keeps

( this story is dedicated to one of my bestest friend's in the entire world.  All though she had a hard time she pushed through, and I'm very proud of her. Just in case she asked me not to use her real name. She'll go by the name Stella.)

                                                               Chapter 1 Invisible

My name is Stella Grace. But most people call me stupid, fat, or hore. To everybody, I am known as invisible. There's only a couple people in my grade who pay attention to me. They have been here for me for the past 6 years.  There names are Haylee, Kira, Alexis, and Jazzmyn. Jazzmyn moved away a couple of weeks ago, and I miss her so much, she was the first one I told anything to.  I started to cut when I was in 1st grade. Everybody was like, where did you do it? Why did you do it? And how did you do it? Well to answer your questions I did it in the bathroom at school. I did it because I was always getting picked on by the kids in my class, and the stress from my

home. I would use any sharp object in sight, scissors, razor blades, and knives. Trust me I've asked people please don't, leave me alone, stop I don't like it when you guys call me names and pick on me. I mean seriously I do have feelings. I'm not a robot I would tell them, but they never listened.  Cutting was the only time I felt important, like I belonged. It took away the pain. At home nobody really paid attention to me. I was just the child that had problems, and needed help. When really all I needed was love and someone to care. I've been talking to this boy his name is Donovan. He understands me, he knows what I do. And he understands what I'm going through. He says I should get help. I guess he's right. I just can't seem to get up the courage to ask for any.

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                                                                  Kira's P.O.V.
    It's not like I want her to do it, but no matter what I say. she doesn't care. I can tell she's hurting inside, and out. I've tried to get her help, but every time I say something she goes back and does it even more. So after a while, I just stopped u till one day when she was acting weird and covering up her arm. So I asked her if she has been cutting lately and all she said was maybe. 

"Hey Stella" I said.

" Hi Kira." " You've been acting weird today. Are you ok."

" um yeah. I'm fine." said Stella.

" Stella, have you been cutting lately?!?" I said very nervously. " maybe." "

"That's not an answer!"

" maybe, there's nothing more and nothing less."

" You have haven't you?! You told me you'd stop."

" I'm sorry I've been through allot over break."

" You could have called me or something."

" I'm sorry. Ok. Just drop it."